Before the Duke could respond about the Mark, Ashok's commanding voice came from behind "Are you really a Mage? You seem more like an Idiot to me."
Ashok's superiority was palpable as he addressed the Head Butler directly "Who asked to cast a dispel over the entire body?"
"There is no sign of concealment or any signs of mana, what's the point of the Dispel?" argued the Head Butler.
"If you could sense everything, then I wouldn't be here in the first place. There is a reason why you, despite being a mage, are a dumb shit. Now, cast a dispel, and focus the entire spell simply on the back," ordered Ashok, his tone brooking no argument.
The Head Butler gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress the rage bubbling inside him. Who was Ashok to speak to him this way, to order him around?
He was a seasoned imperial mage, respected by many, yet here he was, being chastised by a mere outsider. 'Just you wait,' he thought, 'When this is over, you'll see who's truly in charge.'
